Deep Redemption Read Online Tillie Cole (Hades Hangmen, #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Drama, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hades Hangmen Series by Tillie Cole
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Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 121153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
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The anger that had ebbed came back full force as Harmony told me what Judah had done. And I could picture him doing it. As we had watched those sick videos of the children dancing seductively for their prophet, Judah had found them a pleasure to see. He had sexually awakened eight-year-old children. He frequently fornicated with Sarai, a girl of just fourteen. He would think nothing of touching a Cursed. He thought them the lowest of the low, his touch the purification they needed to regain salvation.

I was clenching my jaw so hard it ached. Without conscious thought, I drew back my hand and smashed it against the wall. “FUCK!” I shouted, the frustration I had been feeling for weeks—no, since I had arrived at this place months ago—reaching its peak.

My hand throbbed at its contact with the stone, but I did it again, roaring out my fury with every strike. Sweat poured from my brow as my already weak arm shook with the exertion. My throat was raw from my outburst, but I welcomed the pain. At least I was feeling something. I had sat back in numbness for so long, that even hurting, my body felt revitalized, my blood was reborn. It was anger, pure and true, but the emotion was welcome.

So damn welcome.

I panted, slumping against the wall. I smelled the tinny scent of blood; I had ripped the skin off my knuckles.

As if to add fuel to my fire, the commune speakers slowly crackled to life. I waited to hear the voice that sounded identical to mine. When it came, a shudder ran down my back. Judah. Judah, my only family, was fucking everything up. He was unrecognizable to me right now. My chest burned. I rubbed along my sternum to try and ease it. It didn’t work.

“People of New Zion, take up your arms. Practice until your hands bleed. We will be prepared for The Rapture. We must not fail when the devil’s men try to take us down. We are the holy warriors of God!”

I made myself take deep breaths as the now-familiar sounds of target practice came darting into the cells. My anger was replaced by feelings of utter hopelessness. I had no idea what Judah had planned. I had recently learned that what went on in my brother’s mind could never be predicted. Not even by me. But I knew whatever it was could not be good.

Judah wanted blood.

He was fueled with hate for the Hangmen . . . for anyone that stood in our people’s way. My stomach flipped. I knew I was the only one who could stop him, but none of the people knew that an imposter had taken their prophet’s place. I had no one to help me. I had no allies to free me from these walls. Judah’s guards were loyal and just as bloodthirsty as he.

I had no one to help me take back the reins.

In despair, I listened to shot after shot, to the guards demanding more accuracy from the people. Even from this cell I could feel the clogging thickness of fear coming from our flock—their nervous cries; their silences. They were all terrified. Judah’s words of hate had drawn them all to the edge. What happened when they went over was anyone’s guess.

“Rider?” Harmony’s voice came through the wall during a pause in the gunfire.

“Yes?”

“Why are you so angry? I hear it in you . . . I can even feel it through this wall.”

My confession was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. I liked Harmony talking to me. I didn’t want her to stop. She must have felt a safety, a kinship with me to have confided in me about what Judah had done, to express her subtle hatred for our faith. If she knew who I was, she would never speak to me again. She would assume I was just like my brother.

My lungs seized. Maybe I was.

I had acted like he had. I had sinned like he had . . . I had killed, I had allowed monstrous things to happen in the name of a God I was sure had neglected me.

We are exactly the same.

“Rider?” Harmony pushed.

My eyes stared off to the corner of the room. “Because there is no hope. No fucking sun in this dark midnight of hell.”

“There is always hope, Rider,” Harmony whispered and my heart cracked right down the center. A lump clawed up my throat, and I felt tears pricking in my eyes.

“Is there?” I asked, my voice breaking. “To my eyes there is none.”

“Yes,” she replied. “I used to think there was none too, in my darkest times. But then I found people that held within them a light I had never seen before, people I once would have perceived as an enemy. People that are good in their heart of hearts . . . it made me believe that somewhere, out there in the sinners’ world, lies further hope. A world unlike the one we know.”


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